Dad should stay on the sidelines and quit distracting his kid. You can see the kid was looking at Dad an not keeping his eye on the game.
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Game Day is the worst, but even practice can bring out the most disgusting behavior from “too involved” parents. Not sure if my favorite is when they show up drunk for a 9am game, when they scream obscenities over a call, when they berate their child for a missed play, or when they actually square off with another “too involved” parent in the stands.
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Thank God for dads! After six years of rec soccer — 2 weekly practices, a weekly game on Saturdays or Sundays (ruining any chance of getting away), play-offs to the bitter cold end, mostly in driving rain and ending sometimes in January, but always through December (no holiday trips out of town, either) — I am grateful for dads who, no matter what — through sleet and snow and gloom of night — show up with the equipment bags.
Starting in year two I started showing up every other week and ditched the practices. Starting in year three I ditched all the regular season games and showed up at the start of the playoffs. Thereafter I showed up for the game that decided the champions. I was a terrible soccer mom.
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…nice save!
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Pop Warner and sadly it’s been going on for a long time. We coached our kids in summer leagues, we’d ask parents to volunteer to be assistant coaches, we had them show up drunk at games and get pissed when we would ask them to leave the field and go to the stands. They would fight in the stands and then come and tell us so and so said or did and what were we going to go about it or if so and so said or did something again they were going to beat the shit out of them. I’d always tell them they were adults if they wanted to beat the shit out of them do it not tell me.
Their kids would throw temper tantrums on the field or in the batters’ box and we would bench them to only have the parents run on the field into our dug out yelling and cussing us out we better put their brat back on the field.
If their kid made a mistake on the field, we got cussed at because we weren’t coaching them better.
My all time favorite though was the kid who didn’t want to play and was in their own world on the field, so you’d play them their one inning and let them do what they preferred which was to talk and play in the dug out. One such kid once, we always stuck far in the outfield for her own safety, she would sit down and pick flowers. Her parents were always throwing a fit we didn’t play her and could care less when we would tell them the kid begs us to not put her in the game at all and it was a fight every time to get her out of the dug out. They threw a fit one time too many and I told them fine I’m putting her in the infield, but when she gets hit in the head with a fly ball it’s on you. That made them happy and they were yelling at her to pay attention and sure enough while she’s turning around in circles she gets hit in the back of the head by a fly ball and falls down screaming. Then it was my fault for putting her in the infield and her baby was never coming back. She acted like it was a punishment. I was thrilled I never had to deal with forcing her bawl bag kid out of the dugout again or having to see her in the stands breastfeeding her 4 year old son again.
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If (baseball) game time went past 5 o’clock, my old man would distract the ump, either for or against our team (he was an unbiased alcoholic).
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I used to umpire little league baseball games and ref basketball games. It is no picnic with emotional parents.
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I used to coach soccer. The kids were great. Some parents were a pain in the arse. But I met Pele at a training camp and I am good friends with Terry Garbett who used to play with Pele and the NY Cosmos. Man am I old?
Yeah, BFH I’m a name dropper.
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Should be arrested for child abuse. The woman laughing thinks this is funny? When that kid gets older he needs to kick his dads ass.
It’s OK! Even the losers got trophies.
I can see how that would happen. The kid was probably looking for bugs in the grass, his dad wanting his son to do well was trying to get him to pay attention. Accidents happen when you are raising kids. I could tell you about my dad thinking he was a boxing trainer but I’ll save that.
That kid will hate his dad forever.
Reminds me of Little League.
Dad should stay on the sidelines and quit distracting his kid. You can see the kid was looking at Dad an not keeping his eye on the game.
Game Day is the worst, but even practice can bring out the most disgusting behavior from “too involved” parents. Not sure if my favorite is when they show up drunk for a 9am game, when they scream obscenities over a call, when they berate their child for a missed play, or when they actually square off with another “too involved” parent in the stands.
Thank God for dads! After six years of rec soccer — 2 weekly practices, a weekly game on Saturdays or Sundays (ruining any chance of getting away), play-offs to the bitter cold end, mostly in driving rain and ending sometimes in January, but always through December (no holiday trips out of town, either) — I am grateful for dads who, no matter what — through sleet and snow and gloom of night — show up with the equipment bags.
Starting in year two I started showing up every other week and ditched the practices. Starting in year three I ditched all the regular season games and showed up at the start of the playoffs. Thereafter I showed up for the game that decided the champions. I was a terrible soccer mom.
…nice save!
Pop Warner and sadly it’s been going on for a long time. We coached our kids in summer leagues, we’d ask parents to volunteer to be assistant coaches, we had them show up drunk at games and get pissed when we would ask them to leave the field and go to the stands. They would fight in the stands and then come and tell us so and so said or did and what were we going to go about it or if so and so said or did something again they were going to beat the shit out of them. I’d always tell them they were adults if they wanted to beat the shit out of them do it not tell me.
Their kids would throw temper tantrums on the field or in the batters’ box and we would bench them to only have the parents run on the field into our dug out yelling and cussing us out we better put their brat back on the field.
If their kid made a mistake on the field, we got cussed at because we weren’t coaching them better.
My all time favorite though was the kid who didn’t want to play and was in their own world on the field, so you’d play them their one inning and let them do what they preferred which was to talk and play in the dug out. One such kid once, we always stuck far in the outfield for her own safety, she would sit down and pick flowers. Her parents were always throwing a fit we didn’t play her and could care less when we would tell them the kid begs us to not put her in the game at all and it was a fight every time to get her out of the dug out. They threw a fit one time too many and I told them fine I’m putting her in the infield, but when she gets hit in the head with a fly ball it’s on you. That made them happy and they were yelling at her to pay attention and sure enough while she’s turning around in circles she gets hit in the back of the head by a fly ball and falls down screaming. Then it was my fault for putting her in the infield and her baby was never coming back. She acted like it was a punishment. I was thrilled I never had to deal with forcing her bawl bag kid out of the dugout again or having to see her in the stands breastfeeding her 4 year old son again.
If (baseball) game time went past 5 o’clock, my old man would distract the ump, either for or against our team (he was an unbiased alcoholic).
I used to umpire little league baseball games and ref basketball games. It is no picnic with emotional parents.
I used to coach soccer. The kids were great. Some parents were a pain in the arse. But I met Pele at a training camp and I am good friends with Terry Garbett who used to play with Pele and the NY Cosmos. Man am I old?
Yeah, BFH I’m a name dropper.
Should be arrested for child abuse. The woman laughing thinks this is funny? When that kid gets older he needs to kick his dads ass.
It’s OK! Even the losers got trophies.
I can see how that would happen. The kid was probably looking for bugs in the grass, his dad wanting his son to do well was trying to get him to pay attention. Accidents happen when you are raising kids. I could tell you about my dad thinking he was a boxing trainer but I’ll save that.